Pretty-fying myself

Before i start: HAPPY BIRFDAY ASMA!!

You kno what gives me a laff. Seeing girls come to mosque dressed in black then heading strait fer the bathroom as soon as they step inside. Once they reach the sanctuary of the bathroom, out comes the makeup kit, after which they work studiously on pretty-fying themselves. Eyeliners, lips, even their hair has to be free from imperfections, cuz god forbid someone sees them looking normal for once. Lets take a sneak peak into the minds of a regular pretty-fying girl, shall we:

Okay so this year im soooo glad that i finally got sum cool black clothes as opposed to the plain ones my moms always tryin to make me wear. i mean come on, how can i possibly live without having a pant suit this muharram wid slits in the arms and a net convering for the neck. i';; be de hottest girl to hit mosque..now this is what i call muharram.
oh but BOOOOOO HOOOOOO my dad wont lemme wear my eye liner to mosque, looks like ill jus have to sneak it in and then pretty myself up in case im passing by the mens door at some time and by some freak of nature some boy my age happens to see me well enuff to notice my perfectly lined eyes...yes i think thats why i shud wear my eye liner. it makes my life complete.

this can go on, but i doubt that people actually care enuff to keep reading, so i will discontinue my rants and save them fer someone to hear in person (dont you wish that person was you)

for all those non-muslim, non-shi'ites reading (if anyone still reads this) i doubt youd understand this post...dont worrty the normal saima ranting-ness will be back this reading week

XoXo saimz

And so..it has happened

Who ever thought that I would run out of things to say? I know, *collective gasp*...It just seems like if i have nothing important to post about, i shouldn't post at all...Right?
Wrong..come on, its still me..im still saima so i shall continue ranting on even if there is nothing substantial to rant about..wheeeee =)

So glad to have gotten my acc midterm out of the way before reading week..altho i failed, its okay..im still pursuing the option of dropping out of skule and becoming a street bum. anyone interested in becoming a street monkey along with me can fill out an attached application..

hey i jus rememberd i do have something to rant and rave about..shai: gr!!! i dont like you! taking all my money! gr x2 at you!

okie dokie smokey (teehee shorty) im done fer the day

till the nex random post
XoXo saimz

...that someone like you loves me too...

listening to: everytime i close my eyes

I am so sick of going online to be bomarded with anti-valentines day rants everywhere.
boohoo i dont have a date..kill valentines day
boohoo my boifriend left me..kill valentines day
boohoo *insert personalized comment here*..kill valentines day

i dont understand it. anti-valentines-day people are people who hate the fact they have no one to share the holiday with and no one who gets them the roses n chocolates bit..i have a friend who was anti-valentines too...wore black every year except fer the year she had her first boyfrien (oh the joys of grade 10). then, the next year, she was indeed boyfriendless, so went back to rant about the insensitivity of having a holiday like valetines..when she was one of the people parading around one year before...grr...people..

or maybe i shud be grr'ing girls..cuz (yes i realize i am a girl) girls are too hard to please..infact they are never pleased in general (i kno, now its in writing and will haunt me for the rest of my life)

girls have this delusional idea of how a perfect life should be...the guy should always be willing to do watever we want but should have a backbone at the same time...let me explain..

R is going away to New York this friday until the end of Feb..which iz mucho crappy because then R's missing fer everyting important (vday & docks - which im not going to anyways..boo)..when i talked to him las nite, i told him..its not that i want you to stay in toronto...i just want You to Want to stay here....not even wanting to stay is jus wrong..but deciding to actually stay in toronto would be a bad thing...dont worry..if you dont understand, rin didnt either at first..it grows on you

so well the whole point is...even if you dont have a date this valentines day..please shutup with the whole anti-v-day crap...everyones sick of it...you included

XoXo saimz

sick..and i kno who to blame for this

so im sick..isnt that great...havent been sick all year and now i get it on the day of my first midterm (am i really complaining about that?) anyhows apparenly its strep throat..i went to the rye doc..and she gave me sum antibiotics fer it *GASP* does she not kno? i dont do pills!

anyways other than that..ive been holed up all day..except fer lunch at marche's..which im sure i wud have enjoyed more if i cud actually taste my food (which remained 3/4 full be the time meal time was over with)..blah

i have nothing to say..its so sad..i think being sick has taken a toll on me! me, saima...have nothign to say? thats so scary!

so the entire purpose of this bloggie:
"today goosie did the pee dance while we were on the fone..it was exciting"

keep smiling
xoxo saima

My first celebrity

Once upon a time, there lived a crazy girl named Saima. She worked at the cn tower and wondered when she would finally meet her first celebrity. All her friends had already met someone..whether it was the hansen brothers, mark wahlberg, or a guy from the apprentince. Saima wondered, when would her turn come.



Then, one shiny winter morning, Saima sold two tickets to these scary looking mean guys. When they were about to leave the tower after enjoying their visit at the world's tallest structure and tower..taller than any building but shorter than the mountains...just, trus me on this one...anyways so they were about to leave..and nadine pointed out that the little kid was wearing a west coast customs t-shirt..and aha! it turned out the scary mean looking guy was indeedie from Pimp my ride! yayy i sold him his tickets!!!



I well henceforth be known as HOMIE-S or "homies" for easier name calling.
This was a result of a totally random conversation between rosie and myself in accounting class. Justin is now HOMIE-J, Rosie is HOMIE-R or "HOMIER", and Olena..well she gets the best one of all....HOMIE-O...or HOMEO (romeo with an H)..wow..thats cool...i wish i was as cool as olena..

till the next random post
stay smiling
xoxo saima

p.s. las nite was...well..